It's gonna be a good summer

WHAT NOW?

So, on day two of the summer of fun I successfully took all four girls (my two and their two friends) to the public pool by myself and supervised the whole crew for 2 hours and not only did we have a great time but:

a. there were no meltdowns
b. there were no lost children
c. there were no drowning children
d. all bathroom breaks went quick and easy
e. I kept my sanity

Things went so good I took all the girls to Micky D's for soft serve ice cream dipped in chocolate (only the king of summer time treats, the root beer float, surpasses the soft serve cone). By the end of the day my wife was a nervous wreck just thinking of all the things that could have gone wrong, but they made it, alive, and still talking to each other.

Like I said, it's gonna be a good summer, at least until Monday.

PEACE OUT DADS!!!

"Let's wrestle dad!"

Whenever my wife is out of town my girls ask if we can WRESTLE before bed. We don't do this activity when my wife is home because she thinks it gets the kids too wound up before bed, and she is probably right about that. But when it's just me,our bedroom becomes a handicapped, two-on-one, no holds barred, wrestlemania. The girls LOVE IT even when I have them piled on top of each other with no where to escape. Rough housing is something that I think only fathers and their kids can truly appreciate.

PEACE OUT DADS!!!